Love Notes on the Wind
I ship you aromatic blossoms… the odor of rising grain.
I ship you music flowing free to drift like falling rain.
A singing brook that tumbles with adventures nice to inform
Conveys to you the merry notes of nature’s crystal bells.
Horses grazing peacefully look as much as hear the sound
Then patiently resume their day on open sacred floor.
Circling hawks wheel gracefully as dancers of the wind
Whereas ravens play their very own ballet, these brothers and my kin.
Kids’s laughter dancing innocently within the solar
As proudly do the elders reward truthful deeds of each one.
The whispers of descending leaves give up to the season
As each dwelling factor exists for its personal purpose.
Silent spiral of drifting snow which soothes the frozen night time
Whereas deep throughout the spirit rests, renewing life in flight.
Gray wolf who stands on highest peak surveying all past
Now provides his voice of loneliness, enriching but my music.
I give to you the moonlit hours to stroke your silken mattress
Whereas tenderly the music fills your goals with what’s forward.
My present to you a love music by way of each dwelling factor
Which thrives upon this wealthy good earth… whose magnificence I do sing.
I Like to Stroll the Land
Do you hear the silence? It whispers as I stand
And…although I stroll alone, it appears, I love to stroll the land.
Are you not afraid on the market? The query usually is heard.
And although my voice the one one, I hear rather more than phrases.
The sound of wind and bush and sand, the crunch of historic grit…
After which the blink of lizard’s eye as right here in quiet I sit.
Distant thunder indicators me, from darker worlds on excessive…
As I do open huge my arms, saluting kinship with the sky.
Do you not really feel weary? So many miles away…
My power appears stronger as I stroll, the pleasure’s within the play.
Are you feared you may lose your method? By way of canyons shadowed deep…
Oh no, but when I tire, the celebrities will information my sleep.
The night star as a lot my buddy, as moonlight is my mantle…
These night time sounds then a lullaby, the comet’s eye my candle.
Aurora provides me splendor, awakening to the day…
Coyote tracks have come and gone, the cat has handed my method.
Cooling waters from the stream, tumbling from the mount…
So many wonders throughout, far multiple can depend.
Thriller envelopes me, regardless of the place I stand…
Such miracles of which I am half, and so… I stroll the land.
